Hah. Five loads of laundry, sorted, folded, and waiting to be put away (the sixth load is still in the dryer – betcha it’s still there next Friday), two grumpy sons because I made them help me fold stuff, two shiny bathrooms, one house full of clean floors, and one metric buttload of peeled cooked potatoes for use in whatever culinary adventure I stumble into next. In the words of Son1’s kindergarten pal Richard, ca. 1999, I Wock!
Daily Archives: 4 December 2005
Oh okay, I admit it. For the last two three (four?) weeks I haven’t been very good at keeping up with the laundry, and you know, starting to have trouble finding warm socks for Secondborn, or any underpants I don’t hate. So this weekend I addressed that problem, and there are now five loads of laundry (in baskets and crates, not just piled up any-old-how) on the couch waiting to be folded. And another load in the drier. Which is enough to make me wonder why a family of four has six loads of laundry? More than that, because there are no sheets in there, and not all of the towels, and none of us are running around naked – we’re not even wearing our grubbies or our fat clothes. Clearly, we consume too much, and it’s time to donate some of it to the needy.
Yay, another project.